Darkened Angel {Goddess Class Creation: Book Two}

Darkened Angel- Chapter 33

Chapter Thirty-Three

Patience

    “See Father. She isn’t eating or doing anything. She isn’t there at all. Maybe we have done something wrong. Leah told me how she was and I thought to inform you. Maybe there is something we could do for her.”

    My eyes just stayed on the wall away from the door. My wings laid limp along with my tail as I laid on my stomach. I had no strength for anything like the moment they put me in this room. I had been hearing Darius’ voice in my mind, but I was starting to have trouble seeing him in my mind now. Everything about him was slipping from me. Even his voice was fading a bit.

    “Leave me alone with her for sometime. I think one on one time maybe what is needed for her.” Dr. Whitberg told the woman with him and she left closing the door. He walked over to the bed and slid him hands under me turning me over. I didn’t care. I just made sure I still looked at the wall. “They were nothing to you. Let them go and be apart of this family.”

    I said nothing. He didn’t know them. He didn’t know Darius. My Darius. The one who holds my heart. The one who makes me truly shine with happiness. The one I would do anything for, but I couldn’t right now. I was stuck here.

    A hand brushed my cheek and down my neck. “You know. You’re beyond gorgeous my goddess. Become mine and you will never be sad again.” A tear fell from my eye. “Shh beauty, shh.” His hands went to my wrist and he moved them above my head. Still I did nothing. Darius. He’s all I want right now. Patience. His voice whispered so softly in my mind that another tear fell.

    My mind jerk as my head snapped to Dr. Whitberg as he gagged me. Why would he do that? Then I saw it in his eyes. A darkness that had me feeling afraid. DARIUS!! I tried with all my might to see him in my mind, but nothing was working. Something was blocking me from seeing.

    Dr. Whitberg’s touch was possessive as he raked his hands down my arms as they were tied to the bed above my head. He groped down my sides as he moved onto the bed. Lust thick in his sight as I watch petrified as the darkness started to creep out of his eyes and over him.

    I struggled and thrashed at the bindings but I was too weak from grief and lack of food in my system. Dr. Whitberg seemed to enjoy my attempt to free myself as he moved to sit astride me and put his hands on the neckline of my shirt. I tried to buck him off to no avail.

    “Now now. You will find you like what I’m about to do to you. How much better you will feel once I...” Rip! “Show you my love for you.” He had ripped my shirt in two without any effort at all. His hands immediately went to touch and feel my breast in his hand. I closed my eyes and cried with sobs shaking my body.

    His touch seemed to lose heat as something crept onto my skin. Whatever it was, was making it harder for me to breathe. I was gasping and not getting enough air as he continue his assault on my body. Darius, I love you... My mental voice was faint as my body gave up the struggle for air and I felt nothing more. Nothing at all. I was trapped in the most endless blackness and darkness.

Darius

    We had met one of Targ’s ‘sisters’ when we landed. Leah, whom I remembered seeing in Patience’s sketchbook after Targ thought to look to see if there was more sketches. She informed us that their plan to get Patience out had failed as no one is allowed up to the third floor now. Their Father ordered it in the middle of the night.

    She lead us inside to see if there was anyway for us to just get me upstairs. It would be easier to smuggle just one person instead of a whole group. I could feel something was wrong. Something that could make those drawings come true.